Juan Luis Guerra "La calle" lyrics

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La calle

Tú me dijiste que la mañanase compraba con un besoy que la guerra estaba en ventay que la paz tenía su precio

Que la política se vistede oro, plata y lino finoy lo que sale de la bocapaga impuesto en el oído

Que cada día es más angosto el camino

¡Ay! que la calle está duraQue la calle está dura¡Ay! que el que no corre vuelaQue el que no corre vuela

¡Ay! que la luna se alejaQue la luna se aleja¡Ay! me pregunto y medito¿Cuál es la raíz cuadrada de mi mismo?

Tú me dijiste que la mentirausaba lentes de contactoY que un zapato de Valentinose autoproclamó barato

Que un arancel se enamoróde un tributario en zona francaQue la anestesia se fue a Londresa un congreso de turismo

Que cada día trae su afán y te explico

Ay! que la calle está duraQue la calle está duraAy! que el que no corre vuelaQue el que no corre vuela

Ay! que la luna se alejaQue la luna se alejaAy! me pregunto y medito¿Cuál es la raíz cuadrada de mi mismo?

Bring it down!

Y que no hay favoritismos con el caféEl que primero cuela es el que va a beberQue Tchaikovsky era ruso y Debussy francésCuando el río suena es que agua trae lo sé

Que los clubes son trincheras de la societéDonde caben siete caben veintitrésQue la noche pinta buena para Star Trek

¡Hey! ¡Man, no te juegues con eso!

¡Ay! que la calle está duraQue la calle está dura¡Ay! que el que no corre vuelaQue el que no corre vuela

¡Ay! que la luna se alejaQue la luna se aleja¡Ay! me pregunto y medito¿Cuál es la raíz cuadrada de mi mismo?

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The Street

You told me that morningwas bought with a kissAnd that war was on saleand that peace had a price tag

That politic dressed itself in gold, silver, and fine linenand what comes from the mouth the ear pays a tax for

That every day the road gets more narrow

Ay! that the streets are hardThat these streets are hardAy! that he who doesn't run fliesThat he who doesn't run flies

Ay! that the moon gets further awayThat the moon gets further awayAy! I ask myself and mediateWhat is the square root of my own being?

You told me that the liewore contact lensesAnd that a Valentino shoe self-proclaimed inexpensive

That a tariff fell in lovewith a tributary in a tax free zoneThat anesthesia went off to Londonto a congress on tourism

That each day has its eagerness and to you I explain

Ay! that the streets are hardThat these streets are hardAy! that he who doesn't run fliesThat he who doesn't run flies

Ay! that the moon gets further awayThat the moon gets further awayAy! I ask myself and mediateWhat is the square root of my own being?

Bring it down!

And there's no favoritism with coffeeThe first to pass is the one who is going to drinkThat Tchaikovsky was Russian and Debussy was FrenchWhen the river sounds it's because it brings water I know

That clubs are the French of societyWhere 7 fit 23 fitThat the night feels good for Star Trek

Hey! Man, do not mess around with that!

Ay! that the streets are hardThat these streets are hardAy! that he who doesn't run fliesThat he who doesn't run flies

Ay! that the moon gets further awayThat the moon gets further awayAy! I ask myself and mediateWhat is the square root of my own being?

Love somebodyNeed somebodyLove somebodyNeed somebody

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